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Not to let her down harshly, famous model and influencer, Adrien Agreste, finds himself chatting with a super fan after accidentally clicking on an instagram notification.
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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR ! . . . 💋
"No— ye— no," Adrien threw his hands up in the air after Nino, who just couldn't follow directions. Marinette joined Alya in laughing as they took hedge clippers to the garden.
True, destroying a garden, and Nino and Adrien hiding the 'for sale' sign under his bed seemed like pure evil, but nobody wanted Adrien to move almost five hours away.
"Oh, not the lilies," Marinette said with a cringed look when Alya went to chop the plants down. Killing a flower bed was a hard watch.
"Well," Adrien approached the girls, dusting his hands off on the scuffed up jeans Marinette was surprised he owned. "we made the house look like a disaster. Gabriel should cancel the open house sometime soon."
Marinette smiled up at Adrien, squinting one eye as the sun beamed right down onto it. She held up a hand and Nino beat the blonde to the high-five by running by and completing the action. Adrien still returned the gesture after rolling his eyes at the toddler trapped in the seventeen year old's body.
Adrien invited all three of them inside, but Alya had to babysit her little sisters— and where Alya went, Nino followed. Adrien led the girl who stayed in the same direction Nathalie had before, and she was back inside the bedroom she still couldn't believe was real.
"How do you ever leave this room?" Marinette asked, settling down on the couch that took up the front half of his bedroom. "It's so cool,"
Adrien gave a dimpled smile, walking over to open one of the window latches. The breeze from the outside filled the room suddenly, chilling the two.
"It's easier than you think." He finally answered, joining her on the couch. "Lonelier."
"I understand," She commented, fluffing a pillow in her lap.
Gabriel bursted through the bedroom door unexpectedly. Marinette jumped as he seemed angry, making his way in front of the two on the couch, only he wasn't angry, he was slightly crying.
"Someone—" He gulped, "someone destroyed your mother's garden."
Marinette obviously knew that someone was her and Alya. But she had absolutely no clue that the garden was planted by Adrien's mother. He instructed them to take hedge clippers to the garden, but clearly he had no clue it belonged to his mother, either.
"W-Who?" Adrien stuttered, moving from his seat on the couch.
"We don't know," Gabriel told him, hands clasped behind his back as he paced the room in front of the window. "but we will eventually."
"Uh," Adrien scratched at his head, squeezing one eye shut as he asked. "how?"
"The camera footage, Adrien," The older man answered. He left the room without giving anybody else another chance for questions.
"Great," Adrien said sarcastically, throwing an arm in the arm. "he's looking for you and Alya without knowing it."
"Yeah," She whispered back to him defeatedly.
"I knew this was a bad idea,"
Marinette frowned, "It wasn't a bad idea, Adrien." she told him softly, shrugged. "It just didn't work out."
"Yeah, obviously." Adrien fired back. He sighed and looked over at Marinette guilty. "I'm sorry." He mumbled.
She nodded along to his apology. She frowned, grabbing her phone to text Alya the latest bad news. "You think I should get out of here before he finds out?"
"No— well, yeah, actually," Adrien told her quietly. They eventually headed out of the bedroom, and Adrien let Marinette out of the front door, before he shut it with a saddened sigh.
"I'm not going to show him."
Adrien jumped at the sound of Nathalie's voice resounding through the quiet room. He looked back as an eyebrow raised in confusion, "What?"
"I seen your friends on camera," Nathalie explained, wiping her glasses on the clothing she was wearing. "I know why you're doing it."
"Doing what?" Adrien asked stupidly.
"Wrecking the house, Adrien." Nathalie told him obviously. She reached around in the front pocket of her pants, coming up with a disc, handing it to him.
"Is this the—?"
"Footage," Nathalie completed for him. "get rid of it, I guess."
"Okay," Adrien whispered with a smile. "thank you."
Adrien truly was grateful of Nathalie, and he didn't think she wanted to leave, either. Of course, she could always quit and choose not to go with the family, but she knew that she could not leave Adrien— not even for a year— with the way his own father behaved.
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I hate how poorly this chapter is written and the fact that it gives murder mystery vibes. But I am super tired from lack of sleep, and from anxiety. And to add onto my anxiety and sleep deprivation, I start classes tomorrow...
Which means chapters might not come out as often as the others did before. 😔 But this is just a filler chapter for now, and I really promise I will work on much longer, and more interesting chapters next. 💓
Please forgive how slow and boring this chapter is overall. When I start the editing process once this book is completed, I have comfort that it will be better then. 💕
